BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Melody jumped out of bed and smacked the alarm on the far side of the room. She then glided over to the bathroom and locked it just in case to do her business. In a sleepy daze she almost fell back asleep on the toilet.

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes after washing her hands and exiting the bathroom, she grabbed her phone and her watch to check the time.

UGH! It's 6:30 in the morning. Another two hours until classes started. TOO Early!

She let out a sigh and headed to the kitchen to make herself breakfast. She filled the kettle with water and grabbed a mug looking for tea or coffee. Either would do. She managed to find some tea bags and instant coffee and decided on the tea, knowing what was ahead for 'class'.

She then took out a pan and opened the fridge. Thank god it had things in it to eat or she'd be going to school hungry. She decided on some egg and bacon, grabbing a bit of pepper as well and spinach.

She cooked them all together on the stovetop. Frying the pepper first as she cut up the bacon into little chunks. She slowly threw in the bacon and the spinach. After it was all done she cracked a few eggs over it and covered it.

She poured herself her tea and stretched. After a quiet moment of wondering what to do after eating she flipped her eggs and then focused on getting a plate and fork.

After everything was made she gathered it all up and headed back to her room. She'd check her emails and try not to pass out.

However immediately after sitting she had forgotten about the emails and just scrolled through social media, chuckling softly at what she found while she ate. It wasn't long before she darted her eyes outside to look at the school.

It was breathtaking to look at, sleek and bright in the morning sun. The drawings never did it any justice. She saw out of the corner of her eye however movement, she focused on it.

Students were filing in one after the other into the school, seeing the breath made her sigh. The school year was in motion, they were heading straight for the worst, and all she could do was watch.

She decided to head in, with or without Mic. He was her uncle not a child. She decided to text him to get his ass up and slipped her quirk into her uniform. She then stood at a dilemma….her hair. She fussed and fussed over it; bun looked like she was trying to be a teacher, braids made her look like a blonde stereotype, pigtails made her feel vulgar. She settled on a ponytail and sighed in defeat before pulling on her shoes and throwing her backup uniform in her bag along with a few pens and paper, even though she knew she didn't need either.

She then stared thoughtfully at the top drawer of the bedroom. Where she had tucked her 'old phone,' the one that held the truth from her old life, she tucked it into the pocket of her shirt, still in its plastic bag from the hospital all those years ago.

She brought her dishes to the kitchen and loaded them up before grabbing an energy drink and a water bottle from the fridge and heading out the door with the guest key in hand and her student ID that Mic left on the counter.

Melody chuckled and headed into the elevator and out to the school. She started filling in with the students; most of them were younger students. She recognized some faces that she'd see at the sports festival; Pony Tsunotori, the little girl with horns, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu Kaminari's rival, and Isuka Kendo the class rep. Thank god she remembered the names.

Her heart stopped when she saw two familiar people entering the school farther ahead; she almost faltered. One with dark blue hair that looked black and one with half-and-half hair. Todoroki and Iida! She wanted to run up to them and exclaim how happy she was to meet them and everything they had inspired her to do in her life and how to feel…but she couldn't….

She let out a massive, shaking sigh and clambered up the steps after them and headed into the school.

It wasn't long before she was nearing the room and door. The giant 1-A was looming up ahead as students clambered to class. She let out a shaky breath and opened the door, her heart in her ears, her hands coated in sweat.

She took a breath in, so far Iida, Todoroki, Koji Koda, Mezo Shoji and Tsuyu Asui were in seated. Well, she means "seated," Iida was pacing.

There was something off in the class; an extra seat in the back which she promptly took. Overviewing the layout of who would be around her, probably Momo-when her thoughts were interrupted.

"G-good morning," said a bright, properly articulated Japanese voice.

She whipped to see who it was and her heart skipped a beat. Don't you dare blush! She chastised herself. It was only Iida, his blue eyes curious, but she liked his character and was excited to speak to him as friends.

"Hi," she raised a brow setting her bookbag on her chair.

"My name is Tenya Iida," he bowed his head a bit. "May I ask your name?"

"Melody Milan, Tenya…." She mumbled, keeping her head down.

That struck a chord with him it seemed, his body tensed by her name and then he stiffed at his own.

"Umm," he scratched the back of his head, his cheeks flushed she noticed as she dared to glance up. "I'm guessing you're not from here. See in native Japanse when we first meet someone we don't use their first name so familiarly."

"No," she bowed her head. "I'm very sorry then Iida….I'm from Canada…"

"Oh wow," Iida got very invested suddenly. "Do you follow the heroes there or over seas more?"

"I follow all," she quirked a brow up. "My parents are friends with most…"

"And your parents?" he asked.

"Siren and the Great Canadian Shield…" she smirked a little, feeling a little proud she could boast about her parents in this world too.

His expression was priceless, his glasses glossed over and his jaw dropped comically.

"T-that would m-make you…."

The door had opened to his stuttering and in came Todoroki. Her heart went to a thudding halt. The two-toned coloured eyes scanned the room for a seat, and he tensed at the sight of her.

"Excuse me, Iida." She stood and walked past the class rep to Todoroki.

"Mel?" Todoroki's eyes widened as she neared, clearly surprised she approached him. There was a warmth in his face that even reached the pinkish red scarred half. "I…"

She bowed her head deeply, her cheeks flushed, so her bow helped her hide it. Her body was feeling the nerves of all the characters she liked and all the powerful heroes she was around.

"It's so good to see you Shoto," she then lifted her head into a genuine smile, hiding her hammering heart. "I hope I can talk to you after class, lunch maybe?"

His eyes softened, but he didn't smile or say anything more. He gave Melody a firm nod and headed to his seat two spots from her.

She sat back down, Iida had headed over to Todoroki to introduce himself next.

Melody watched the rest of the class filter in, not speaking, more just watching everyone settle and keep to themselves with nerves.

Finally the one person she was curious about most entered the room. His spikey bleached blonde hair poked through first before his sour expression and posture followed, Bakugo.

Kacchan…She snorted to herself.

His red eyes flashed to her and took her in, his face souring more.

"Have a problem, blondey?" he snapped.

"You tell me," she quirked a brow tauntingly with a triumphant smug smirk she added; "Kacchan….?"

He tensed up and his face contorted into one of fuming rage, his hands sparking a little.

"You're talking to that STUPID DEKU HUH!?" Bakugo cried out. "IS THAT IT FORIGENER!"

She snorted as they had the classes attention.

"Would you prefer I call you Skillful 'Underscore' Katsuki 'Underscore' X?" she chuckled.

His eyes widened in shock, and then his hands started smoking as he made a fist.

"Look here, BLONDEY!" he hollered. "I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE YOU DON'T JUST WHIP OUT PEOPLE'S NICKNAMES SO CASUALLY!"

"You can call me Spidey," she snorted. "I don't care; I made the name…"

He started fuming before his eyes softened as he began to put two and two together and he clenched his fist, taking a seat close to the front away from her. An understanding was twinkling in his eyes. He must have finally understood her nickname she threw out.

Amid the exchange all but Izuku and Ochaco were there.

She leaned back and watched from a different angle than provided as the door slid open just as Iida saw Bakugo's feet up on the desk.

She bit her lip to keep her chuckling in, from her seat she couldn't see the dork, Izuku, at the door. Iida was giving Izuku too much credit. But could hear his yammering and stuttering as he fumbled his words with Iida and then the out of sight Ochaco. She saw Bakugo tensing up angrily a few seats ahead; it looked like the chatting was getting to him.

Then a chill went up her spine.

"Go somewhere else if you want to play at being friends…" came a cold droning.

The three at the door tensed and everyone up front looked to the ground outside. That must be Aizawa-san. His voice was as chill inducing as ever.

"This is the hero course…" he droned again.

He must need more sleep from his quirk trying out his eyes, Melody mused.

"Okay," there was some zipping, and the students stepped back. "It took you eight seconds before you were quiet…Time is limited. You kids aren't rational enough."

The group at the door had backed up now into the class as the teacher came in, Aizawa. Ochaco indeed had a round pink tinge to her face her hair framing it perfectly. Aizawa looked truly exhausted and shaggy facial hair, he looked like he had been getting over an ex. Then little Izuku had the cutest, fluffiest green hair, but she knew under that uniform housed the quirk; One for All. She said 'little Izuku,' but he was around her height…

"I'm your homeroom teacher," he addressed the class. "Shota Aizawa. Nice to meet you."

"Homeroom teacher!?" someone hissed on the far side of the room in shock.

Aizawa reached into his sleeping bag and rummaged around.

"It's kind of sudden," he pulled out a UA track uniform. "But put this on and go out to the field."

There was a pause of confusion for a moment before everyone started rummaging into their bags.

Melody, however, walked to the front, each step her uniform morphed into the tracksuit. By the time she was at the door, she was the most prepared out of all of them.

Aizawa smirked at her a little before it disappeared back to his resting exhausted expression. He led the students down to the field outside and pointed out change rooms for the rest. No one seemed to question her uniform change…yet.

As they were changing, down by the field, she took a chance to run a light jog around the track to warm up, knowing what she had to do. By the time she returned the last student was jogging out of the change room, Mineta.

"Okay kids," Aizawa nodded. "First we're doing a quirk assessment test."

"Quirk assessment test!?" the class chorused back with the acceptation of Melody.

"What about the entrance ceremony?" Ochaco gasped out. "The orientation?"

"If you're going to become a hero you don't have time for such leisurely activities," Aizawa responded. The class let out a collective gasp, but Mel kept her arms crossed and listened to his 'pep talk.' "UA's selling point is how unrestricted it's school's traditions are. That's also how teachers run their classes."

The class seemed to shift uncomfortably, Aizawa's gaze locked on hers.

"Ah, Milan." He nodded at her. "If you want to opt out of the test by all means-"

"I know the stakes…" she smiled smugly at him. "I'll take my chances with the fresh meat."

"Excuse—" Bakugo started up.

"You kids, excusing Milan," Aizawa nodded to her. "Have been doing this since Junior High, too, right?"

Everyone paused to look at her before listening to him again.

"Physical fitness tests where you weren't aloud to use your quirks," he showed his phone with averages on it. "The country still uses averages taken from results from students not using their quirks. It's not rational. Well, the Ministry of Education is procrastinating." He shrugged.

"Bakugo?" he turned to the blond. "You finished at the top of the practical exam, right?"

Bakugo rose his head to the teacher, surprised a little.

"In junior high," Aizawa continued. "What was your best result for a softball throw?"

"Sixty-seven meters," Bakugo slumped a little, sounding a little irritated.

"Then," Aizawa bounced the ball in his palm. "Try doing it with your quirk."

Bakugo shrugged and headed to the circle.

"You can do whatever you like so long as you stay in the circle," Aizawa explained. "Hurry up. Give it all you got."

Even what should be an energetic pep talk sounded like he was reading from a text book.

Bakugo stretched his arms and mumbled something as he wound up for his throw. He wound up and threw it hard with the extra punch that made the air ripple from his explosion.

"DIE!" he shouted at the top of his lungs as he whipped the ball into the air.

The clouds in the sky rippled like a fighter jet was streaming through the air. Melody felt a smile ghost her lips.

"Know your maximum first," Aizawa explained, this was the true reason for the class, turning the meter counter on his phone to the class. "That's the most rational way to form the foundation of a hero."

The class howled in surprise at the number. Seven hundred and five point two, as expected. Melody could feel the adrenalyn in her body as she cracked her knuckles.

The class broke out into mumblings before Sero shouted out; "We can use our quriks as much as we want! As expected from the hero course!"

The air became heavy. Melody could see how pissed Aizawa was; they weren't taking this seriously. They were kids; after all, they just had fun for now. They didn't have adult worries yet. Stay like this. Melody begged in her head; they didn't need the stress of hero work.

"'It looks fun,' huh?" Aizawa grumbled unimpressed. "You have three years to become a hero. Will you have an attitude like that the whole time?"

A smirk graced the teachers' lips, and Melody wanted to jump into her hero suit already and use her powers. The tension was making her blood boil.

"Alright," Aizawa grumbled, hoping the kids would take him seriously. Thank god they do. "Whoever comes in last in all eight tests will be judged to have no potential and will be punished with expulsion."

"Huh!?" the class shrieked in surprise.

"We're free to do what we want," Aizawa continued running a hand through his hair to puff it up so you could see his smirk. "With the circumstances of our students. Welcome to UA's hero course."

"The last place will be expelled!?" Ouacho shouted in shock hands to her face. "But it's the first day of school! No, even if it wasn't the first day of school, this is too unfair!"

"Natural disasters, big accidents, and selfish villains," Aizawa responded coldly. "Calamities whose time or place can't be predicted. The world is covered with unfairness. Heroes are the only ones who can reverse those situations." He shrugged again. "If you wanted to talk to your friends at Mickey D's after school, that's too bad. For the next three years, UA will do all it can to give you one hardship after another. Go beyond, Plus Ultra. Overcome it with all you got."

He smirked again and beckoned the hand tauntingly with a finger.

The class seemed to tense up and started stretching and giving each other worried looks. Melody let out a deep sigh and wondered where she'd place.

"Alright, demonstrations over," Aizawa rolled his neck and shoulders. "The real thing starts now."

Everyone set up for the 50-meter dash first. Melody debated what to do; springs on her legs, propelling a-la Spidey forwards, or should she try to transform Senketsu. Her glove seemed to form in her hand at the thought.

She took a deep breath; she was paired off with Iida. Not that she minded, everyone was in their heads and her stomach was turning.

She slowly transformed her lower body into a long skirt like Senketsu Shippu; she crouched down. The shot went off, and she zoomed off.

"Shippu!" she whooped as she crossed the finish line neck and neck with Iida. Him 3.02 and her 3.15. She sighed happily and flopped to the ground.

"Whoa," Iida jogged at a regular pace to her and shot her a winning smile. "I can't believe someone's that close in me in speed!"

"I'm impressed with myself," she shrugged a little and smiled back at him. "I didn't think I was that fast with Shippu…"

"I look forward to races with you," he smiled, and she could see a competitive twinkle in his eye as he parted back to the group.

She prayed she hadn't flushed over that as she headed back to the group for the other events. Iida wanted to race with her!

She averaged in grip strength and ended up using her quirk's strings to bounce off for side to side steps. She didn't get any crazy scores for either.

Then the ball throw was next. She went first and ended up throwing decent; she didn't even remember the number. She had added a spin of string at the end of her throw. Now she was a hundred percent focused on Izuku and his throw. She wanted to see All for One in use. Mel sat and watched with the others.

He threw a measly average, and she turned to see Aizawa's scarf swaying. She smirked at the sight; it was kind of entrancing.

"Eraser Head…." She nodded respectfully to him.

He rose a brow and walked to Izuku.

"That entrance exam was not rational enough," he said hand extended. "Even a kid like you was accepted."

"You erased my quirk?" Izuku asked, looking confused and horrified for a moment before his eyes widened in realization. "Those goggles! I see! You can erase other people's Quirks with your quirk just by looking at them. The Erasure Hero; Eraser Head!"

What a nerd, Melody chuckled to herself. She did admire Izuku's smarts and observance.

"Eraser?" someone mumbled. "I don't know him."

"I've heard of him," someone else mumbled. "He's an underground hero."

"From what I can tell," Aizawa glared at Izuku, his hair and scarf flying around. "You can't control your Quirk, can you?"

Izuku gasped in surprise. Caught dummy, Melody thought.

"Do you intend to become incapacitated again and have someone save you?"

"Th-that's not my intention-"

Aizawa's scarf shot out and wrapped around Izuku bringing the stuttering kid closer suddenly. The class gasped.

"Whatever your intention," Aizawa glared. "I'm saying that's what those around you will be forced to do."

Izuku gasped again.

"In the past, there was an oppressively passionate hero who saved over a thousand people by himself and created a legend. Even if you have the same reckless courage, you'll be decked and turn into a useless doll after saving one person. Izuku Midoria. With your power, you can't become a hero."

Izuku seemed to tense, and the class seemed to breathe in tandem with him. It was something no one in the class wanted to hear, let alone Izuku.

Aizawa let go of Izuku and dropped his power again.

"I've returned your quirk." He explained. "You have two turns for the ball throw. Hurry up and get it over with."

Izuku looked dejected but returned to the ball throw circle.

"It looks like he got some advice," Iida was explaining outloud.

"He probably told him he's getting expelled—" Bakugo said.

"He was told not to be a wimp," Mel stood and walked over to the pair. "Deku's got a lot of training his quirk to do if he's going to start walking away from situations without a scratch or broken bone."

Izuku was mumbling to himself.

"What are you talking about?" Bakugo glared at her. "Deku doesn't have a quirk and how do you know his nickname?"

"He told it to me," she shrugged. "It wasn't just you messaging me, Bakugo. His quirk's stupid strong he's too weak for it…."

Izuku threw with a quick windup, "SMASH!" but the shockwaves of the throw hitting the sound barrier woke the crowd up.

"Yeah! GO DEKU!" Melody whooped, not being able to contain it. "Fucking own that quirk!"

The group was so stunned that none turned to her, not even Aizawa.

"Mr. Aizawa," Deku said breaking the tension. "I can still move!"

Even Melody could see Aizawa's smirk from where she stood. That dumbass is going to surprise everyone each day. Melody smirked.

"He got over 700 meteres!" someone shouted.

"Finally," Ochaco whooped. "A hero-like record!"

"His finger's swollen!" Iida pointed out, sounding concerned. "There was the entrance exam, too. He has a strange quirk…."

Bakugo looked stunned. Melody wanted to explain to him, but he'd be as pissed with her as he was with Izuku right now.

"Hey!" Bakugo jolted from the group and started running at Izuku at full force, hands fireying. "Tell me what's going on, Deku, you bastard!"

"Ito Goku!" Melody shouted, activating her quirk, so strings sprouted from the ground, wrapping around Bakugo so quickly that it had his legs bound in a blink of an eye.

"What the—?" he struggled against the bindings. "These strings—"

"No fighting," she glared at Bakugo. "Don't make Aizawa use his damn quirk; people are still waiting to do there throws! If you have beef, settle it after class!"

She then let Bakugo go who looked furious with her.

"Blondey can't protect you forever, nerd…" Bakugo grumbled.

"Whoever's next, get ready…" Aizawa stated looking confused at Melody.

Izuku returned to the group to Ochaco asking how his finger was, but Melody was humouring on the fuming Bakugo.

Melody waited for the next events. The long-distance race she excelled. After all she had been working on her stamina for the last few years. Melody kept with Iida the whole track.

Most people were trudging over the finish line as she sipped her water.

"Okay," Aizawa gathered everyone up. "I'll quickly tell you the results….The total is simply the marks you got from each test. It's a waste of time to explain verbally, so I'll show you the results all at once."

Melody searched over the list, she ranked 5th, which wasn't bad but she could do better being a pro hero back home.

Izuku was last of course.

"By the way," Aizawa explained. "I was lying about the expulsion."

The class froze, and Melody snorted.

"It was a rational deception to draw out the upper limits of your quirks." He beamed smuggly at the class.

"What!?" Iida, Ochaco and Izuku hollered.

Melody facepalmed with a snort.

The group broke into small chatter, but Melody was watching the frozen trio, jaws still agape.

"With that," Aizawa said over the talking. "We're done here. There are handouts with the curriculum and such in the classroom, so when you go back look over them."

Melody chuckled and stretched, changing her outfit as she did.

She passed Izuku patting him on the back.

"Good job, Deku," she winked at him as he gapped at her walking back in regular uniform. "We're proud of you."

She could feel eyes on her as she headed back for her bag. Not that she needed it.

"Hey," she turned to find Todoroki.

"Todoroki," she blinked in surprise. "Right, I promised you lunch."

He gave her a curt nod.

"Meet me outside of the classroom after you've changed." She said to him as she walked out of the classroom.

She crossed her arms and tapped her foot as she waited. She noticed the groups of students that was starting to divide up in A-1.

"Hey," Todoroki said softly, snapping her to again.

"Hi," she smiled softly, feeling the electricity in the air. "To the cafeteria?"

"Yes please," he responded polity.

They walked in silence to the cafeteria, it made her nervous a little, even though she wasn't going to hold back if he asked any questions about her past.

They grabbed their trays and sat far from the masses, close to the back corner.

"It's good to meet you, Mel, properly," Todoroki said after saying thanks for his food.

"You too, Shoto," she nodded. "I imagine you've got some…questions, I answered a few online—"

"Yeah," he responded, cutting her off. "How come you knew I had a burn? That wasn't public knowledge."

She felt her heart thudding in her ears and against her chest, where in her breast pocket lay her phone. Melody's phone from her past life. She could trust him; she didn't need to question it one moment longer.

She reached into her pocket and pushed her tray to the side.

"Shoto," she said softly, as she set the bag on the table. "What I'm going to show you is…" she hesitated. "Unconvensional, highly confidential and dangerous." She stared at him pointedly not breaking eye contact. "I know things that could get me in danger and everyone at UA too, even my parents. The most dangerous part is the unknown in this all."

He nodded and gave her a small reassuring smile, a rare thing from him, "I'll try to be respectful, and you have my word that I will never share this with anyone else."

She nodded and slid the phone from the plastic, turning it on. It chimed to life, and she opened the lock with her thumbprint, sliding open to the manga app. She held her breath as it loaded, and felt odd relief when it did. There it still was, My Hero Acedamiea. She opened the front cover and set it down sliding it to him.

"There you are," she pointed to him on the picture.

The man before her turned pale as a ghost, his eyes widely drinking in the image before him.

"I'm…." he took a breath. "How?" he looked up to Melody.

"I'm from another dimension." She nodded quietly, "About nine years ago, when I first surfaced online, I, as a six-year-old, tumbled from a fall in this world, and started talking nonsense to my dad and All-Might, who I'd just met. However, what I remember and what is are completely different things. To my dad, I just fell from a deck and started talking nonsense. I passed out and got my quirk. But…." She took a deep breath. "When I fell, I didn't fall in the backyard of my family's house, and I wasn't six at the time."

Shoto was listening intently, his eyes focused on her, his brow furrowed.

"One night, I was driving home late from my job," she said, explaining that night as if it just happened, the event was still clear as day. "I slammed on my breaks when it looked like someone ran in front of me. They charged at me when I opened my door to check on them, and though I tried to get away, I could feel myself being thrown in the air backwards from the car. I fell on the pavement and came to on grass. I was in the air, as a fully grown twenty-two-year-old. I hit the grass outside my parents confused and six years old."

"Dimmensional travel," Shoto mused as she tucked the phone into its bag again. turning it off and returning it to its pocket. "So, in your world, we are…?"

"You don't exist," she said plainly. "Everything here, All-Might, UA, you, and even quirks and superheroes, that's all the works of fiction."

Shoto went even paler as if he was about to break into a sweat.

He was silently contemplating. Their food, they noticed, had gone untouched during their discussion.

"Excuse me," said a soft but even voice. "May I join you two?"

Melody looked up to see, Momo Yaoyorozu, her pleasant smile reaching her eyes. She was by herself.

"Of course," Shoto responded, "That is if you don't mind, Mel."

She felt flustered by the name this time; maybe it was the setting.

"Not at all," she gestured to the table. "Please."

Momo nodded and took a seat.

"So," she asked, "You two know each other?"

"We were pen-pals online," Todoroki explained. "I found her on the NAHA website—"

"Then," Momo eyes widened in understanding. "Are you Spidey-gal?"

"Yeah that's me," Melody felt flustered under Momo's intrigued stare. "I t-think you, and I have similar quirks Momo if I'm correct…"

"Oh," she smiled proudly digging into her meal, prompting Todoroki to do the same. "I need to get stronger at it though, and my doctor's been helping me keep my diet up so I don't tire when I use it, but I'm going to need to eat more from the sounds of it so I won't pass out."

"I have a routine that might help," Melody nodded and sat up, taking a bite of food. "I go for my jog, but then each day I normally try to overexert a certain threshold of the string before I eat."

"Is that what it is?" Todoroki asked. "String?"

"I call it string or fibres," Melody nodded. "I make at least a half meter more each day to really over work it. I think I was at 1644.5 meters of string a day when I last did it at home."

The two collectively were agape.

"That's like fifteen American football fields…" Momo mumbled, doing quick math. "That's insane."

"I have to keep working though," she nodded. "You both need to as well," she nodded and looked pointedly at Todoroki. "I have a feeling about our school, even as heroes we have a lot on our plates and a lot to live up to."

Todoroki looked pale and nodded.

"We'll work hard, and it will pay off," he nodded to the two.

The bell chimed signalling the next class, they collectively got up, and Melody stared at her food before quickly wolfing it down as her classmates left. She couldn't let it go to waste.

"Real lady-like," she heard Bakugo mumble as he passed.

"Blow me," she shot back and squeezed past him to the garbage before heading to the trash and out to their classroom again.

That set the firecracker off.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME, BLONDEY!?"

She snorted and high tailed it out of earshot, chuckling to herself.

The class wasn't safe though because the blond stormed in, hand cracking with tiny explosions.

"What's your problem with me, foreigner?!" he shouted at her instantly.

"What's your problem with Deku?" she shot back. "He's got a quirk now, and you still think you're bigger than everyone."

Bakugo glared.

"How do you know?" he shot at her.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said sarcastically. "I thought you gathered; My name is Melody Milan, I'm the daughter of Siren and Great Canadian Shield, I go by Spidey-gal. I was Deku's confidant when his friend was an asshole."

Bakugo glared and fumed as Kaminari calmed him down and pushed him into his seat. Kaminari shot her a friendly smile as they settled in, his eyes bright and kind. Her heart clenched. Oh no, he's hot too.

She shot him a smirk as her heart hammered away and she sat down. She set her head down on the desk and mumbled to herself in English. You have a boyfriend. She slid the syllabus into her lap to read it with her head down.

As she listened to the class settle and read and chat until the bell for the end of the day rang. She felt exhausted; today was a lot. She was emotionally exhausted too from seeing everyone.

Tap, Tap. On her shoulder.

"Hey," it was Momo with a kind, bright smile. "Bakugo get you down?"

Melody chuckled and shook her head as she swung her bag onto her back. "No," she snorted. "Today has been taxing that's all."

"Wanna walk to the train?" Momo asked with a chuckle, her backpack secure, her hands held in front of her.

"Oh?" she chuckled back. "I thought you'd take a chauffeur?"

She flushed, "Oh so you know I'm well off?"

"I just gathered," she smiled back. "Cause Todoroki-sama is also…."

"So, you know Todoroki very well?" she tilted her head as the class filtered out, she had a small smirk.

She flushed, "Uh—No not like that," she chuckled nervously.

"It's fine," Momo's phone chimed, she slid it from her coat and sighed. "Sorry, We'll have to walk home tomorrow."

She excused herself, and Melody nodded.

As the door shut, close Melody was left alone again.


Author's Note

Sorry again for the huge spaces between the updates. I hope the wait was worth it. It took a while because I had to go through dialogue from the first day at UA.

On top of that, I go unmotivated for a bit, and I wanted to squeeze the WHOLE first day so it was a lot of back and forth.

Either way, I hope it was worth it. I hope to get back on track soon.

Regardless, please review.

Love from your hero,

Melody